Historias de Letterwriting

Peter and Edmund are getting used to being kings; we find out where the extremely superfluous letter-writing comes from.

Raven can't seem to find someone she likes. Her brother is already engaged and she just can't find the right person to fall for. Soon she'll find that her special someone is only one letter away.

Everyday after school, He'd leave her a letter.

Three girls. Three boys. Two rival schools. This could get messy. The Ashbury-Binghamton pen pal program is designed to bring together the two rival schools in a spirit of harmony and "the Joy of the Envelope." But when Cierra, Lillian, and Elizabeth send their first letters to Mekhi, Craig and Sergio, things don't go quite as planned. What starts out as a simple letter exchange soon leads to secret missions, false alarms, lock picking, mistaken identities, and an all-out war between the schools - not to mention some really excellent kissing. This is my first book so I'm not going to be very good but I hope people like it and please don't hate on me.

Five years after the breakup, when Jamia was out of town, I finally brought myself to prise open the little drawer resting at the side of my bed. It wasn't a heavy drawer, despite the many layers of dust and silver cobwebs, or even the hundreds of ancient letters, each written intricately by the man who haunts my dreams. It's usually ghosts that do the haunting, but he's alive. Somewhere out there, he's living. Where are you now? Gone, far away. I'm left only with the ghost of you.

ᴰᴼ ᵞᴼᵁ ᵂᴬᴺᵀ ᵀᴼ ᴷᴺᴼᵂ ᴹᵞ ˢᵀᴼᴿᵞ? "Kenneth." He kept pacing. "...and I met you. You weren't okay and it just broke my heart for some reason. How much can one person take? And I keep feeling this tug towards you, to check up on you but you're so stubborn. I had to pray about it all the time because I felt my heart was deceiving me or something. God knows how confused I was before I accepted that..." He just paused. "That what?" "That I liked you." ❊❊❊❊❊ In my story I'm a child of unfortunate circumstances, born to a reckless father and a housewife mother although the world thinks I have it all. In my story I struggle between loving my parents even though their actions make me angry, I struggle to be the shield for my sister while leaving her alone to pick herself up, I struggle to fit in with my peers even though we we've been friends for years. I can't even hold on to the person who saw me and wanted me. I hide myself behind thousands of questions, anxiety and fear. In my story I'm just another girl raised in Ibadan with nothing to look forward to. Hope is unknowingly what kept me together, hence I started writing letters. What am I hoping for? Who am I hoping on? Why? Why do I write to a person I can't see? How desperate must I be? I hope in a God I used to have around me. Though I don't blame him, I question why he left me, if he's still out there, and if he can still help me. Or maybe he never left me at all. "𝐺𝑜𝑑 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑘 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑒𝑟ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑚, 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑓𝑎𝑟 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑢𝑠." 𝐴𝑐𝑡𝑠 17:27 #1 letterwriting #1 Christianfiction #2 wattpadn

"And as we go on we remember, all the times we had together. And as our lives change, from whatever, we will still be friends forever." For fifteen years I have been trapped in school and couldn't wait for it all to end. The time has come now for that end and as a nineteen year old I can't believe it's here. Thinking back to the friendships I have made and the friendships that have ended, I wrote this letter as a thanks to my friends.

She writes to breathe. He reads to feel. In a corner of their secondary school, a girl hides her pain in ink- tucked between pages of books, unsigned and unfinished. One day, Someone writes back. What begins as a secret letter turns into a silent friendship, then into something more. Something shared only through words, never spoken aloud. Neither of them knows the other's name, only truths they dare not say in daylight. But secrets have endings. And love-especially the kind written in ink-rarely survives reality.

The story of Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy told through the letters they send one another during their years together at Hogwarts. Dramione fic told through a short letter format

"why a blank page?" she wrote. in which a girl and boy communicates with each other using letter writing on a piece of paper. © ImaPotterhead_0731. all rights reserved.

Dear San, I know you, but you don't know me. . .

But now, there's nowhere to hide, since you've pushed my love aside. I'm outta my head. Hopelessly devoted to you. Eiji misses Ash and the time they spent together. He writes a letter, of which the response is unexpected.

Continued from last month's Dear November letters. A little less angsty, a little more poetic. Originally done on Polyvore, by @writingtips' and @smileylina 's suggestion, who got the idea from Youtuber Carrie Fletcher's series 'Letters to Autumn'.

Get ready for a chilling journey, friends! Ellen and Tory are exchanging spooky letters filled with thrills and surprises. You won't believe the haunted tales they share. Brace yourself for a hair-raising adventure that'll keep you on the edge of your seat. Dare to read on?

It all started with a nosy neighbor and a bar of chocolate... Follow the story of how two neighbors in a big city find comfort in writing to each other and help each other navigate the struggles of growing up: first love, first job, family drama, following your dreams. Because even though there are two million people in their city, and what feels like hundreds of problems, they are only one letter apart. #11 sweetmoments #35 youngadultfiction #49 lifelessons #77 sweetromance #133 loveletters

Maybe it's time to show your love to those close to you

Josh and Emily were dating. After graduating from school, Emily moves to New York to pursue her studies. But Emily stops answering Josh all together. Concerned, Josh writes Emily a series of letters, hoping for answers, or even a reply.

Ratchel Herkado, a girl who lives in San Fransisco, and Jupiter Rezidous, a boy who lives in New Zealand, exchanged emails after a good fight in a game called 'Miscalled Massacre'. The story is mainly emails wrote by Ratchel. [A/N: Each time I reach around 30-50 reads, i'll make a new chapter. So if you want more, spread the news!]